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was going to
provide me with a piece of the puzzle of worldly knowledge, and I
would accept the gift with cum and a smile.
    Once I’d finished that
third rendition of Crazy for
You , Chad Mavis rose and lifted me off the
stool. Maybe he had weak knees or something, because he didn’t
carry me around like Zeus does. He immediately put me down and I
spread-eagled on the grass green carpet. I was so like a virgin
circa Madonna 1980s at the VMAs! Like reincarnated, only she’s
still alive.
    He placed his pubic style
goatee on my tidy mon-mons and used his tongue to dart about my
pink tunnel (Dr. Quirkenbush says it’s the pinkiest she’s ever
seen, by the way). He worked as if he was getting paid to do it,
like one of those Victorian professional massages for hysterical
women, sucking my lab lips and reaching deep inside. I was wrong
before. Chad didn’t have a Mick Jagger look, it was more of a
Steven Tyler thing, like the mouth you enter in the tunnel of love
ride at the fair, you know? Giant-like. His tongue thrust deep
inside me, practically licking me dry I believe, like a tongue
cock. I thought, why doesn’t his wife like this ? It’s a pretty fucking great
precursor to a hooey-pricker rainbow connection!
    Once I was all tingly and on the yellow
brick road to orgasm, I decided to go after his cock. Because to
me, sex isn’t sex without the presence of a clean healthy pricker.
Am I right? Before this day, Zeus’ big kazoo was the only one I’d
ever seen except for that time in fifth grade when Tim
MacGillicutty’s pants fell down and I saw the whole teeny
shi-bang.
    I jimmied my way to Chad
Mavis’ zipper and slid it open. Finding his thingy only slightly
erect, I touched it to pump it up a bit. Maybe it didn’t see well
in the dark, I thought. Light flutters with my manicured magic
fingers boosted him into manhood. Yes and yes! Then I pulled him
down on top of me. He penetrated me with a one-two punch
(wetty-tastic!). I began to yell obscenities the way Zeus likes,
all fuck me, big man and then…wha-whan! He turned Mr. Softee! Definitely weird, my
friends. What the hell, right? I forced it to go in again but it
was a sloppy no-go. Squish-squash. He slid off me and I watched him
frantically try to slap it into form. He was doing this insane
masturbating thing. But nothing came of it. Nothing, my
friends.
    I said, “Don’t you like me?”
    “ You’re beautiful, Danna,”
Chad Mavis replied.
    “ I don’t get it.” I said.
Literally, I guess, which was humiliating, especially since I had
committed to the bit. Once Zeus or I commit to a role-play sex
game, we stick it out until the end. It’s one of our Greek
commandments. “Does this happen often?”
    “ Not exactly... well...
sometimes,” he said. He stopped trying to force himself into an
erection and looked like a soldier in a ceasefire without the white
flag. I am not fond of quitters of any sort. We Elinopoulouses are
hard workers. Hard. Get it?
    “ Well try harder,” I said.
“I need a cock to finish me off.”
    Then, and this is where it gets weird,
bloggers - he started crying! Like a pussy. I have known Zeus since
church school when we were both eight years old, and I have never
seen him cry.
    “ I can’t please you,” Mr.
Mavis said. “I’m sorry.” He retrieved a white hanky from his shorts
pocket and nearly blew his brains out discharging mucous into it.
The white flag. It was over. I thought it would have lasted longer,
but oh well. While he was bawling, I got up and casually wiggled
back into my dress.
    I said, “Hey, no. It’s totally cool. This
was great. Thanks for the opportunity to cut the record. You did me
a favor, not the other way around. Don’t sweat it.”
    I gave him a pity kiss. I let him slobber my
lips with my own cunt-drenched juices that were still lingering on
his. I tasted like robust sugary koulurakia cookies. We left it on
amicable terms, I think. He pulled up his pants, went back to the
console and prepped